Tick of the clock,
Sweating of the cold water bottle on the table.
The empty chair
The din of traffic outside
Sparrows chirping on the trees
My attempts at catching the stray fly
The growl of an empty stomach
Another wrinkle noticed beneath my left eye
An unread book
The echo of my sighs
The unpossessed remote control
The unoccupied bed
The rhythm of my heartbeats
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